amun
Nodding in understanding at Korbin's words, Amun gave the hunter a sympathetic grin as he revealed the hiccups were also a curse. Once again, the potter made words scrawl across his palms. Bad luck. Then he frowned, slightly. Gods won't cure? The confusion was evident on his features.
Pausing, he finally shrugged and shifted the letters around again. Could ask Voice. He couldn't promise that she'd help, especially for a near stranger, but he figured it couldn't hurt to at least ask. She might know the details of the curses, even if she wasn't willing to break them on Korbin's behalf. Still, it was the other man's choice.
Pausing, he finally shrugged and shifted the letters around again. Could ask Voice. He couldn't promise that she'd help, especially for a near stranger, but he figured it couldn't hurt to at least ask. She might know the details of the curses, even if she wasn't willing to break them on Korbin's behalf. Still, it was the other man's choice.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
